Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.